memories unfold under stark light
as I pull back the curtain on the past,
lightning flash moments etch upon my mind...
from far away a voice mumbles,
"shoulda coulda woulda"
the universal chant of the lost,
broken, rueful and dismayed.
I tune it out-persistent as it is-
and try to focus on today, tomorrow
and the near and distant future
where lays unwritten, unscripted
unplanned, and unrehearsed
moments I'll come to cherish - or not.
I cage the monster that is the past,
although I can hear it thrash against its prison
I will never set it fully free upon my world
nor will I feed it with my thoughts
lest it reach out from its restraints
grab me in a fit of rage
and consume me wholly.
Please tell me what you think
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The shame of it all is that we do not get a ' do over ' . Hard times. Hard choices . And then it should be lessons learned. But hell, who am I to speak . I have yet to grow up. Strong wrote though poet.

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Wise thoughts and reflections on the past, present and future,"shoulda coulda and woulda, the universal chant of the lost" Good wisdom here and your imagery of caging the monster that is the past" A thoughtfulwrite
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If i didnt know any better i'd think you were a woman describing pmsing
Ok, enough silliness...another superb piece! -
great piece thanks a million for sharing
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thank you Aram
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